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Something Appropriate

They meander incapable
Of helping themselves.
Intelligence is nonexisting.
And mediocrity is applauded
For the effort!
Who is to blame?
An insanity embraced,
As achievement...
That has replaced
Encouraging the process of thought!
They are all caught up,
In the physicality of 'things'
A reality that brings them all disaster!
And with that approaching...
They all look for something appropriate,
To wear!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thought And Intelligence

Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.

A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.

Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What could be your achievement

What could be your achiement

Your position
Your property
Your power
Your managing skills
Your wealth
Your happiness
Your health
Your fame and name
And so many other skills

None of the above

These all will vanish
And will go into oblivion
Once you depart
And you are on the path
Of disappearing
As each second, minute, hour, day
Is racing you nearer
To that ultimate end

All the above
Will go and you are
Likely to be lost
From the memory of
Your own near and dears,
Leave alone the world

All your materialistic acquisitions
Are likely to lead to family feuds
And there will be total discomfort
Among your own people
History is replete with such cases
You will, in fact, be cursed
For all the earnings you made
Be it by fair means or otherwise

We have seen small possessions of
Even great people
Created warring situations
When they came up for auctions
With regard to their realisations

Materialistic achievement is no
Achievement at all

Your achievement could be that
Which will make others remember you
For years, if not centuries, ahead

This achievement is possible
With your thought process
A process that will help others,
When they put your thought processes into action
Can enjoy a living
In total harmony with the nature and surrounding
In total love for all living things around
In total peace and happiness
In total control of everything happening around them
In total satisfaction of having lived

Your achievement is
That thought process
Which you leave behind expressed
Written or oral
In an aim to help
The future world live
In totally fearless and free society
With no hatred or threat
With no doubts regarding their future

Your achievement is
Your positive, productive and futuristic
Thought process
And make all efforts
To earn this great treasure

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Used-Up Joe

I'm de only one left ob de Colony niggers;
How things do meander away!
When dey count my yeahs dey break down on de figgers,--
Fer things will meander away.
I was heah when Columbus discubbered Ohio;
I'm dyin' wid hunger today.
Lock me up in a pantry day's filled wid mince-pie--
Oh! how things would meander away.

Brudder Gabriel, blow! I am ready to go;
I am tired ob dis long delay.
You've de wicked to warn; better look for yer horn,--
Fer things will meander away.

I's as poor as de turkey dat Job was its owner;
How things do meander away!
I'm as sick as de whale when he landed up Jonar,--
Fer things will meander away.
I'm in debt for my day before yesterday's dinner,
An' can't find de cash fer to pay:
In dat Savin's Band game some one else was de winner,--
Fer things will meander away.

I'm a gnarly ole tree, wid a hurricane fightin';
How things do meander away!
All de limbs are torn off, an' de leabes gone akittin',--
Fer things will meander away.
Send me home for repairs when de hurricane ceases;
Remember de words dat I say!
Tie me up in a bag, an' don't stop for de pieces,--
Fer things will meander away.

Had my right eye knocked out by a word dat I hollered;
How things do meander away!
Called a white man a fool, an' an axerdent follered,--
Fer things will meander away.
Den a railroad collusion run ober some cattle,
An' one ob my limbs went astray;
An' anudder I left on de cornfield ob battle,--
Fer things will meander away.

Nitro-glycerum cans are not safe to unsodder;
How things do meander away!
An' wid circular saws 'tisn't wise fer to bodder,--
Fer things will meander away.
Dis ere top-lock was lifted by red Injun debils;
'Twas den de black wool become gray;
An' my last wooder leg was shot off by de rebels,--
For things will meander away.

Nicodemus, my son-in-law, long ago started;
How things do meander away!
An' dey say, from de gum-tree his bones hab departed,--
Fer things will meander away.
He will nebber come back, let me tell ye--no, nebber!
To pick up his burden of clay:
Gib a mud-turtle wings an' a free pass forebber,--
Ob course he'll meander away.

poem by Henry Clay Work
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In Tones Of Nonconformity

Systematically,
And with a pinch of strategy...
An addiction to mediocrity condoned,
Has replaced the drive to achieve...
A higher state of mental activity.

In fact,
Being illiterate and lacking in intelligence...
Is as welcomed as acquiring skills to deceive.
If one happens to live,
In certain communities...
Where the acceptance of nonsense,
Brings one a life of ease and thoughtlessness.

Cynical?
Those expressions have long been dismissed,
As pessimistic!
And somehow pessimism today seems to be the goal,
By the ones who chose to ostracized the ones...
Who spoke in tones of nonconformity.

And nonconformity?
Everyone seems to be caught in the act of it.
They call them activists now.
Prior to this...
Those with the same ideals to awaken others,
Were labelled militants or agitating nationalists.
And everything else derogatory to ignore.
And these were the people making attempts to save humanity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost in this world

Lost in this world
World of disaster
Disaster of the reality
Reality of human nature
Nature of wild animal
Animal without sense
Sense of care and love
Love replaced to hate
Hate is the world tag
Tag to kill and destroy
Destroy is disaster
Disaster in lost world

poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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What Else Do You Offer?

And?

Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your intstrument.

But that will not happen.

Today you speak of encouraging,
And establishing relationships.
But everything you've done,
Has been the opposite of it!

I came to you wishing to do the same thing.
But you assessed me then as having...
Nothing to the table to bring.
To heighten your visuals.

But not only can I build tables.
I also can cook and clean.
I know how to use a mop and sweep.
Taking out the trash and washing dishes...
Are extremely important to me.

I can wear a suit and tie.
And give an image that is impressive.
But I prefer to keep it basic.
Since I don't masquerade or charade,
For the attention that it brings.
That kind of life I do not satiate.

And you?
Are much too pretentious.

And?
Well...

Okay!
So...
You discovered I have a sense,
Of intelligence.
And you believe I am here to be used,
Exclusively as your instrument.
Now that you know this...
This 'intelligence' that drops your lips.
You are funny!

What else do you offer?
Since what you propose,
Would never satisfy...
An integrity I pride!

Hurry up,
Make it quick.
I have a walk to take.
And Mother Nature to visit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying to Keep Deranged

I don't know what time zone you slowed down in,
Or when you decided...
You would keep things as they are,
And have others agree
This was a good thing to begin.

I am not in the position to tell you your attic light is dim.
But I would invest in an electrician...
At least twice a week,
And just sit and talk with him.

I know you've been stressed.
Today it is difficult not to be.
Many are deluded and reality is...
Well,
Something else other than reality!

But you are not young or getting younger at all.
The ones we use to call 'they' and 'them'...
Are you and I who seem to have dropped the ball!
We are the blame for trying to keep things unchanged.
And as a result of that...
We have accepted insanity.
And paying to keep deranged!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mid-Night Oil

I have burned the mid-night oil
and my brain is weary.
I have burned the mid-night oil
and my eyes are teary.

Things look better in daytime.
The darkness brings on thought.
Problems become magnified
and you feel like you are caught

inside a darkened tunnel,
not able to find your way out.
If it wasn't for approaching daylight
you would live in doubt.

You'd doubt the thought inside your head
would ever go away.
You'd doubt the thought could disappear
in the light of day.

You'd doubt the thought could not return
and you'd burn the mid-night oil.
You'd doubt the thought that on the ensuing night
you'd burn the mid-night oil.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ignorance Is Bliss

Why should I lower my expectations,
To accomodate someone else's incompetence?
Why should I accept mediocrity...
Because that's the highest the bar has been risen.
And anything above that,
Is asking for miracles!

Dumbed down you may be,
With a philosophy bordering on self neglect.
That's you and the way you have chosen to see your life.
But 'ignorance-is-bliss' I can not dismiss...
To skip along and whistle like this mindset is alright!
A drugging has been done to delight blind appetites!

Who wins a debate as the nation is set to flames...
With clear leadership nonexisting,
Is a moral shame being played out as a blame game.
And folks treating this like a boxing match...
As they discuss who looks presidental,
While thieves seek an escape hatch...is sick! Okay?

You can say what you wish.
But millions of people observing this,
Have to see deception being praised.
And the question of expectation that I have raised,
Seems the wrong thing to ask...
In these days when appearances are more important,
Than the death of reality in the minds of those crazed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mediocrity Is Not An Effort That Succeeds

I do not pursue a challenge with you.
No.
Not at all.
I am on a quest,
To outdo 'my' best!
And having me to critique,
My own efforts made...
I wouldn't wish this kind of pressure,
On anyone else.
You should hear some of the things I say!

I am too forgiving of others' attempts.
And much too strict...
When accepting what I believe,
Is a commitment to achieve...
What I deem for myself as 'sheer' mediocrity.
And mediocrity is not an effort that succeeds.
Not for me as a motivator,
Pushing towards a direction that pleases.
It is for me an acceptance of procrastination.
And I have already given myself accolades for that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Such Blaming is Futile

Why blame poor Death when it does its duty?
Why blame the land for becoming desert?
Why blame Nature for unleashing fury?
Why blame dame Luck for being so inert?

Why blame the Sun for scorching summer’s heat?
Why blame the winter for its freezing cold?
Why blame the Wind for turning land less neat?
Why blame women for asking diamonds, gold?

Why blame the Sky for not bringing the Rain?
Why blame the Air for becoming so foul?
Why blame the nerves for sensation of pain?
Why blame the devils for your sinful soul?

Why blame the Stars for good or bad life brings?
Why blame your God for bad turn of some things?

poem by John Celes
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Awareness is not the same as thought. It lies beyond thinking, although it makes no use of thinking, honoring it's value and it's power. Awareness is more like a vessel which can hold and contain our thinking, helping us to see and know our thought as thought rather than getting caught up in them as reality.

quote by Jon Kabit-Zinn
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Without a Hint of Wisdom

Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys',
Have been those who chose to lie all their lives.
Storytelling their way to prescribed drugs!
And many find them pleasant to be around.
It then becomes no secret kept as to 'why'.

This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

When they are seen caught up,
In the 'what ifs and 'whys' of life.
It becomes clearly understood without question,
They have been detached much longer...
Than they were thought to be deranged!
And 'this' those who know,
Have found attractive to show...
As a destination.
To astound the nonbelievers!

This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!

Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
For lives that stay tricked,
Without a hint of wisdom...
Exiting from their lips!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Well Be A Mediocrity

I MAY WELL BE A MEDIOCRITY

I may well be a mediocrity
One who tries and tries
But never really inspires-

I may well be one of the many
Called but not chosen-

I may be more another small unimportant disturbance
Than one whose work is of real meaning and value-

I may well be a mediocrity
And an ultimate nothing-

Whose words are now saved by a new technology
But will be dust forever -

I may well be a mediocrity
Despite wanting so much not to be-

I may well be a mediocrity
And probably am-

In which case I apologize
To the reader of this
If there is one
For taking your time.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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With A Catering Done

Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults with a goal to increase...
Perceptions to connect a comprehending growth,
Shown that is released.

People become defensive when in the presence,
Of one who has experience to share.
And instead of being respectful with a listening...
One's biasness takes over.
And a critiquing diminishing from them begins.
With that as the awareness there to be given.

Education will always be a deficient process,
As long as people are offended...
By anyone expressing intelligence.
And when the raising of children,
Isn't done by adults.
With a catering done to an ignorance as a result...
An encouragement of mediocrity flourishes without end.

'So what is the ultimate solution? '

Something that will remove biased attitudes.
With an implementation in everyone's mind...
To find reasons to respect with a leaving them colorblind.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Validation Of Truth

She assumes many things
that she believes to be fact

as she thinks
perceives
so must it be

an absolute
for her
there can be

no other possibilities
no exceptions
in her mood changing reality

she remains
at the centre
of her world

a belief system
based upon presumptions
without foundation

believed without
actual evidence
mere inference

conclusions drawn
without evidence
lacking reasoning

no logical process
applied reasoning
premise to conclusion

a reasoning process
lacking logic is
incapable of comprehension

validation to confirm establish truth
would be an ongoing redundant task

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Holding Onto A Discipline

I regard the making of an effort,
With actual attempts to do my best...
As my greatest achievement.
Compared to the many experiences I've had.

Holding onto a discipline,
And devoted to it isn't as simple as it seems.
I've learned the bigger the dream wished,
The more unnoticed to others is one's sacrifice.

And if the acquiring of money and things,
Is not associated to one's produced dreams...
One's achievement is not validated.
Although a life lived in a superficial existence is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virtual Insanity

Written by jay kay and toby smith
Oh yeah what were living in (let me tell ya)
It a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big
That should be small
Who can tell what magic spells well be doing for us.
And Im giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I cant see, I cant breathe
No more will we be
And nothings gonna change the way we live
Cos we can always take and never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world were living in
And I just cant see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
And Im thinking in what a mess were in
Hard to know when to begin
If I could slip the sicly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother can choose the color of her child
Thats not natures way
Well thats what they said yesterday
Theres nothing left to do but pray
I think its time I found a new religion
Waoh its so insane to synthesize another strain
Theres something in these futures that we have to be told.
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
Now theres no sound if we all live underground
And now its virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, theres nothing so bad, I know yeah
Instrumental break
Oh, this virtual insanity, were living in,
Has got to change, yeah
Things will never be the same
And I cant go on
While were living in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world has got to change
Cos I just, I just cant keep going on, it was virtual,
Virtual insanity that were living in, that were living in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh theres no sound for we all live underground
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Virtual insanity is what were living in

song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Awaken Little Dreamer

With my eyes closed I see sadness. Sadness I held in for so long. Sadness that is beginning to be replaced with madness. Madness that's been eating at my core, my thought process, my mind for so long.
Eyes open, I see a reality I've been trying to to change, to better it. A lie, I've been living a lie. My life is a lie, one I've been living for so long.
A single tear escapes my eye as I am awaking from my made up reality, my created world. Reality, my reality is tragic not magic. Tears I held back now pour from my eyes, tears I held back for so long.
With my eyes closed I see sadness. I see pain masked by madness. I see sadness hidden by a web of lies and as I open my eyes I hear a voice say, 'Awaken from your dream, come and face reality. Awaken little dreamer. Awaken.'

poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Without A Word Heard To Be Spoken

When someone has been tested,
With each step taken to move forward...
From birth and most of their entire life,
To be judged.
That person becomes aware very early,
Who is or is not basing their opinions...
On the physicality and appearances of things.

To disregard one's efforts to place steps made.
And what each step taken to one taking them means.

To leave the depth of an unexpected thought process,
In time...
To become one's weapon to strengthen one's mind.
With an ability to perceive,
Who deceives.
Without a word heard to be spoken.
Or a superficiality exchanged to go unknown.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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